It has been a very long, long weekend for me. I feel as though I have barely slept and I'm upset and stressed about everything right now and just trying to keep it all together.
Over the past couple of days I had noticed that my cat seemed to be having trouble breathing. I decided to keep an eye on him and see if I should take him to the vet. On Sunday, he seemed to be choking and I decided to take him to the emergency clinic. While I was trying to get him wrapped up to go, I noticed blood in his saliva and got even more freaked out. When we finally got to the vet hospital, he was rushed into the back where they drained over 350ml (the size of a can of pop) of fluid from his chest, which had been pressing against his lungs and causing the breathing problems. The procedure wound up costing about 2x what the doctor estimated it would be and had I not just been paid I would not have been able to afford it. As it was, I could not afford to do any exploratory testing to determine the actual cause, so we have him on meds right now and are just praying for the best. At this point though, I have to prepare myself for the very real possibility that he might not be with us much longer.
I thought I would do better with this than I have been. I have dealt with deaths of family that I have handled better than I have this. Maybe it's just the timing, but at the same time, Jack has been a part of our family for the past 5 years and I guess I got alot closer to him than I expected myself to. Part of me also hurts for how my daughter will handle it if he dies - though truth be told, she kept herself together better than I did this weekend. She still has a bit more optomism in her than I do.
For now, I just have to keep giving him his medicine (which he hates) and hope for the best. Thankfully Melantha was up this weekend and was able to help me with him, and at the vet hospital when I wasn't really thinking straight. I don't know how I would have handled it if I hadn't had someone there with me.
Over the past couple of days I had noticed that my cat seemed to be having trouble breathing. I decided to keep an eye on him and see if I should take him to the vet. On Sunday, he seemed to be choking and I decided to take him to the emergency clinic. While I was trying to get him wrapped up to go, I noticed blood in his saliva and got even more freaked out. When we finally got to the vet hospital, he was rushed into the back where they drained over 350ml (the size of a can of pop) of fluid from his chest, which had been pressing against his lungs and causing the breathing problems. The procedure wound up costing about 2x what the doctor estimated it would be and had I not just been paid I would not have been able to afford it. As it was, I could not afford to do any exploratory testing to determine the actual cause, so we have him on meds right now and are just praying for the best. At this point though, I have to prepare myself for the very real possibility that he might not be with us much longer.
I thought I would do better with this than I have been. I have dealt with deaths of family that I have handled better than I have this. Maybe it's just the timing, but at the same time, Jack has been a part of our family for the past 5 years and I guess I got alot closer to him than I expected myself to. Part of me also hurts for how my daughter will handle it if he dies - though truth be told, she kept herself together better than I did this weekend. She still has a bit more optomism in her than I do.
For now, I just have to keep giving him his medicine (which he hates) and hope for the best. Thankfully Melantha was up this weekend and was able to help me with him, and at the vet hospital when I wasn't really thinking straight. I don't know how I would have handled it if I hadn't had someone there with me.
And I agree about more creepy guys versus more creepy girls online. I don't know why that is... I guess gilrs just don't possess the ability to be creepy? I speak in general terms lol.